Luyện nghe bài hát S.P. So Bastardly

[VERSE 1:
I'm sippin' purple magic, gettin' stuck traffic
On the back of his head, S.P.M.
Boys down with me, like four flat
Got Benz's and 'Lac's and jaguars
Try to make it rich, breakin'
My girl's name was cocaine, a crazy bitch
Was my first love, that I will
Watchin' dope fight for half a cigarette
Do these know, how it really go
Or are they just another on the microphone?
I listen to the 'Pac, I to the Pat
My homie's dead or in the kitchen cookin' crack
Boys wanna' stare, it to the square, hoe
Should I ag' or should I let my hair grow?
I know it don't stop, though they try
45 years, in this like a

SPM]
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And pack so
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And so heavily

2: COAST]
The has got me on edge
I'm gettin' closer to that spot on the
To if I drop, then I'm dead
Man, it's probably
these days, innocent Mexicans get locked in the 'feds
Or either rocked wit' a glock lead
Or (of the death??)
Now, I don't wanna' be the next one to suffer the same
I'm stuck in same game, I hustle to things
whoever says I just wanna see lead fly
The bullets done sped by, now that's where head lie
I be cruzin' down the back street, my screw tape
The caddy coop stay swangin' through the lanes
So come wit' me, let me show you the ropes I roll frequently
Out the dirty, throwed
the deal like baby, this is real life
This is it feels like, when you in the trill life
This is what it still like, still fly the to Los
I''d like to y'all on behalf of S.P. bro'

SPM]
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And pull so
And so heavily

[VERSE 3:
I'ma stay strong, stronger then thought
I 'em so sick when I bought it off the lot
But I'd fall apart, if I spark
Park, slap 20's on my Noah's Ark
Money ain't a thing, never will I it
that's why the Lord gave me plenty of it
I spent it on my homies, spent it on my
I put a diamond in my momma's fridge
But all the kept me drugged up
I try to stuff a fuckin' whole in one blunt
So many enemies, for no reason
they mad cause I make the dough look easy
In the club, on a hog leg
With some car friends wishin' I would dead
Now that I'm on lock, they still can't it
Homie, I'm the king of shit, man face it

[CHORUS:
Creep wit' me, S.P. so
And so fast-ily
And so heavily
Creep me, S.P. so bastardly
And so fast-ily
And pack so